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Standing on the corner of crowded Cruises Street I seen the loner walking his lonely beat Collection for the third world, death is near Don't give 'em any money, we got our own problems here I don't care anymore Heaven's near, stuff of lore Give a man a kick when he's on the ground But don't hurt him if you think you're allowed Lopped off from the top, anti-septic Bypassed at the bottom for being dyclectic I don't care anymore Heaven's near stuff of lore No more. From Letras Mania